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Hard eyes, Devilish grin No one will ever quite understand The feelings you put me through, No, I know they got to you, Jesus, Sweetheart, let's go sit, hold my hand. Remember when you first puked from alcohol? I drove 4 hours to be at your side. One month later, we're no longer friends, not even acquaintances, No, Doll, please just sit back and listen. I always spoke, you kept no distance. Yin to my Yang or more so Yin to my Yin. What even ******* happened that night? **** it, I guess I'll never fully understand. Remember getting high in the back of neighborhoods, and sneaking out together? When we would run through the rain or scream sang songs, or would always need each other? I won't live in the past but you've blessed me with memories, you've blessed me with your undying grace and now every time I hear certain songs or go to specific spots, I can't help but think of your face Maybe I got too attached, Who knows, we were together every single day. But now I wait, wondering if that relationship could ever re-hatch Then I remember, Things will never the same.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
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Hard eyes, Devilish grin No one will ever quite understand The feelings you put me through, No, I know they got to you, Jesus, Sweetheart, let's go sit, hold my hand. Remember when you first puked from alcohol? I drove 4 hours to be at your side. One month later, we're no longer friends, not even acquaintances, No, Doll, please just sit back and listen. I always spoke, you kept no distance. Yin to my Yang or more so Yin to my Yin. What even ******* happened that night? **** it, I guess I'll never fully understand. Remember getting high in the back of neighborhoods, and sneaking out together? When we would run through the rain or scream sang songs, or would always need each other? I won't live in the past but you've blessed me with memories, you've blessed me with your undying grace and now every time I hear certain songs or go to specific spots, I can't help but think of your face Maybe I got too attached, Who knows, we were together every single day. But now I wait, wondering if that relationship could ever re-hatch Then I remember, Things will never the same.
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
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